I HOPE ALL YOUR T-SHIRTS SMELL LIKE ME AND YOUR BED SHEETS ARE WRINKLED FROM WHERE I SLEPT AND YOUR SHOWER DRAIN IS FULL OF MY HAIR
AND I HOPE
THAT WHEN
YOU USE
YOUR SOAP
YOU THINK
ABOUT HOW
IT TOUCHED
MY BARE SKIN.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 6:06 PM UTC
I know that I love you very very much
But sadly I am only a grain of sand
And you deserve the ocean floor
And if I’m being honest
I don’t know what I’m upset about
But I do know that whenever I think about your eyes
I want to claw my own out.
And I know that I would enjoy waking up to your face for once,
Instead of cold, empty sheets.
And I hope that when you go to sleep in your own sheets
They are wrinkled from where I used to lay
And I hope all your T-shirts smell like me
And I hope your shower drain is full of my hair
And I hope that when you use your soap,
You think about how it touched my bare skin.
I know you filled up that same skin and these same bones
And lungs
And now I can’t tell if I’m breathing you in
Or breathing you out.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
If people were flowers
you would be a forget-me-not,
and you would be put into pretty glass vases,
and watered each day,
and admired by everyone who looked at you.
If people were flowers
I would be a dandelion;
perhaps a flower in some eyes,
but a **** in most,
and children will pluck me from the ground
and blow me into the air
and make wishes on me
that will never come true,
and I will only be watered
from the **** killer
that pours upon me
like acid rain,
and I will only be admired
by the sad-eyed children
with the unfulfilled wishes.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC